Snack Street Tycoon

This day, Fan Yu was sent by his mother in the brothel to chop firewood, but there was no one behind him, as if he was not worried that he would run away at all.

For these, Fan Yu seems to understand why, but he doesn't seem to understand why.After all, he is not the original him, but he is still the original him. This fusion is amazing.Living in such a body, he can personally feel some characters, traits and thoughts from the original body, and because he is dominated by his original soul, he becomes a person who still has to live with The current character of this body is fighting the same.For example, he originally liked women and didn't have any feelings for men at all, but because of the children in this world, they like men from their roots since birth and have no feelings for women. Wandering around in this brothel, I didn't feel the slightest bit about the gorgeous girls with figures comparable to supermodels.

When he realized that he didn't have any thoughts about these women, he suddenly thought that maybe one day he saw a man who fit the aesthetics of the children of this world, and he himself would be moved.Thinking of this made him very uncomfortable.He felt that this world itself was enough to make him feel bad, he wanted to resist everything from this world, and now he had to resist some inherent traits from this body.He understood that this did not come from the control of his consciousness by the original owner of this body. The original owner of this body was long gone. It is estimated that this person was already dead when he came. The cause of death is unknown, maybe starved to death, maybe I'm exhausted, but I'm gone anyway.He understands that the current sense of awkwardness and counterbalance comes from the contest between his own consciousness and the inertia left over from the character of this body itself.

However, he discovered one thing, that is, he wanted to go, whether it was himself or the inertia of this body, he wanted to go.He knew this very clearly, and he didn't feel that there was anything "unwilling" in this body.He felt that perhaps this body already had some sense of resistance, and when he wanted to leave, there was no such thing as "inertial slavishness" that came out to stop him from such thoughts.

He felt that no one followed him to chop wood because people here would not be afraid that people like them would want to run away, because no one knew they were stupid, and no one knew that they were used to being cows and horses.Everyone thinks that these are just and right, including themselves, also think that all this is just and right.

He followed his memory and walked outside the city of Yumaid.There was a bamboo basket on his back, and in the basket was a not-so-sharp hatchet. He remembered that the original owner of this body asked the man in the brothel to sharpen the hatchet for him about two months ago, so that it would be easier for him to chop wood. Some, the man agreed, but he never helped him do it afterward. I don't know whether he forgot or purposely just pretended to be prevaricated at the beginning. In short, this matter was left behind.As for the original one who asked for help once, it was already embarrassing to ask him to mention the same thing again. Use a hatchet to cut some thinner branches, even if you cut and pick them up, you can bring back enough firewood, but it takes a lot of effort.

There is a shallow stream outside the city of Yunu, it is enough to pass through the water, and the depth is not more than the ankle.Going further north and climbing up a mountain, you will find that on the other side of the mountain is a deep and narrow canyon. The two straight-cut cliffs are not wide apart, and there is a chain bridge connecting them in the middle.He will not go to the opposite side, and in fact, he has never been to the other side of Banqiao.Looking from one end of the bridge to the other, one can see that the forest is lush and lush, and one or two connected houses can be faintly seen in the forest, like a place where some people live in seclusion.

He glanced at the house there again, and then stopped looking at it. He still had work to do today, and if he couldn't finish it, he might be punished, and he would be beaten and scolded when he went back.While working, he was thinking about the long-term future. It seemed that he had to think carefully. Among other things, just one little thing forced him to think about the details, but he really didn't want to be unable to take care of himself when he was seventy. Don't tell me every day, I have to go to a cave to wait to die.This kind of thing has only been heard in the barbaric era or in places where supplies are extremely scarce.This place actually exists, so this place is not a very civilized place, and the material and spiritual civilization of the people in this place should not have developed to any particularly good level.But to be honest, as far as Fan Yu saw with his own eyes in the past few days, the supplies in this place have not reached the point of extreme shortage, so if they still have to die in that way, it is purely because they are There is no place in this world at all, and there is no resistance at all.If those who formulate system regulations want to impose some explicit or implicit rules on them, then they have to abide by those regulations, and they cannot be refuted or contradicted.

He didn't have too much strength when chopping wood, but the arm that swung the blade looked quite neat. He picked some thin and dry branches to chop, so that the arm could swing faster.Originally, Fan Yu was a very strong person, and he also had the habit of exercising. Although he didn't pay as much attention to diet as women do every day, he still had three normal meals a day, and he had to eat them carefully. strength.I don't want to, now that he has to walk so many roads and do such heavy work after eating only a gray and hard thing like steamed buns early in the morning, he feels that his body is a bit unbearable for such consumption .If it was just a steamed bun, as far as he was in the past, it would have disappeared in his stomach within an hour, and he should have found some food to replenish his energy.But the current body is thin and weak, a steamed bun is enough for such a body, but although it is enough for a whole morning, the slow consumption also means that he will not have much strength.For example, Fan Yu thought that if he used to cut branches that were ten times thicker than the ones he is cutting now, he could cut them with ease, but now he can only choose these extremely thin ones to cut.

He carried a basket of dry firewood, some cut and some picked up, and walked down the mountain.It was almost noon, and he entered Yunu City again, returned to the brothel, paid firewood in the firewood room next to the firehouse in the backyard, washed his hands in the trough, and then returned to the firewood room, because no more It will be time for dinner.He, Zuxin, and the other two people in their common shop, as well as other people like them in the other common shop, were going to have lunch in the woodshed. One became one and a half at this moment of noon.Fan Yu ate it tastelessly, like chewing wax. This is not a comparison, but the taste of this stuff is probably like wax. Although Fan Yu has never eaten wax, he is eating this mouthful now. What kind of taste is the bun? I can really imagine the taste of real wax.When he looked up at Zu Xin, he found that he had a troubled look on his face, but it didn't seem to be caused by the inability to bear the food.

After Fan Yu glanced at him twice, he stopped looking at him because he remembered that there was work to grind millet in the afternoon.It is not easy for him to do these heavy tasks with such a body now, and there is one more thing, he has to think about escaping in the future, how can he have the energy to manage others.Fan Yu knew that he had plenty of opportunities to escape, but what if he escaped?He doesn't have that kind of ransom on him, and he will be caught eventually if he escapes, and what kind of livelihood will he have after escaping, at least there are still a few hard gray steamed buns of that kind of color to feed his hunger every day, Going outside, for a while, I'm afraid I won't even be able to eat half a bun.

He has been grinding the millet all afternoon. He used to be in the catering business, so he is naturally sensitive to the ingredients, but the millet here is something that he says can be called but can't be called.The wheat here is not exactly the same as the wheat he recognized before, the blood glutinous rice is the same, the japonica rice is also the same, and the yellow rice is also the same.Originally, he was able to grasp the properties of the different ingredients he got, and knew how to cook them to produce the best and most attractive state, but now looking at these things, he was told to use the cooking methods he knew before. Even though he can try to produce exactly the same finished product, he is not [-]% sure that he can reproduce the same thing as the original one.I am afraid that the properties of these things will be quite different from those he is familiar with, so that they will not be in the shape of the finished product that he could have made, or even if the shape is similar, the taste will be very different.

He only thought about these things briefly, and didn't think deeply about them.Now people are in a prison, such a prison——the whole world is a prison, this brothel is a prison, even his current single and weak frame is a prison, the sum of several overlaps makes the prison In such a small central point, he wants to surrender and use himself, get out of this brothel to make a living, break through to the outermost layer, all kinds of things seem to let him discover and reach the edge of the universe, since he feels completely Possibly, I feel that there is no end to it, and it is long and hopeless.

But Fan Yu himself is a man, and a man of blood, which is different from the original owner of this body.The inertia brought by the original owner to this body is that he wants to get rid of this unfair world but always hesitates to move forward, but Fan Yu himself is more bloody than the original owner, more than ten times.Presumably because of his old temper, he was absolutely unwilling to let the lazy and hesitant inertia left by his body drag him down.

This evening, a group of them ate in the woodshed—a kind of thin rice porridge mixed with some miscellaneous grains.When they returned to the Tongpu room, the other two people in the same room said they were going to take a shower in the big bathroom, and asked them if they would go.Fan Yu didn't want to rush with a large group of people, he thought it would be better to wait for a while, and then go in later when there are fewer people.He didn't move, and Zu Xin didn't move either, and his face still had the same expression he had at noon.Fan Yu and the others all left. When they saw him like this, they asked him what was wrong.He is also out of concern for children, this one is only 13 years old, that is a child.He forgot that he himself is only fourteen now, and he doesn't look like fourteen, but only looks like twelve or three.

Zu Xin told him what was in his heart. He said that the mother in this brothel told him that starting next month, he would be allowed to live in a good room, and he would not have to work. It will be very good, and I asked him if he would like it.In fact, he knew that it would be superfluous to ask him if he was willing, whether he was willing or not, he would be asked to move out of the bunk house at that time, and feed him with delicious food and drink, and wait for a year and a half to be "round and smooth". , you can make money for your mother.

Fan Yu could see that he was unwilling. He felt that most people would not want to become prostitutes. Maybe the people here are the same. No one would want to become prostitutes. Before going on the road, before facing such a turning point in life, you must experience some inner struggles.And he also thinks that this Zu Xin looks really good. When he grows up, he may meet a good one to hire him. If he is raised like that in a brothel right now, he will start raising him at fourteen or five o'clock. Wouldn't it be a pity to pick up guests.

Fan Yu looked at Zu Xin's face, and imagined the scene when his mother asked him to pick up the guests when he was one or two years old, and felt a little nauseated, because at that time, no matter how old he was, he would still be just a child. A half-year-old child.

Fan Yu listened to the grievances and troubles he poured out, and wanted to help him solve them, but right now he couldn't protect himself, and he didn't know how to help him solve them.I can only say a few words of consolation first, saying: "Don't worry about this, you won't be allowed to do such a thing for a while, it's better to eat and sleep well, and then plan later." Xin heard that, although it didn't feel particularly good, but there was indeed only one way for him to go.

Fan Yu thought, it seems that his own aesthetics is not particularly distorted or different in this world, it does not mean that people or things he thinks are beautiful are ugly in this world, or that he thinks they are ugly. Some people or things are considered beautiful in this world.Just as he believed that Zu Xin looked upright, so did the people here, and he was spotted by the mother in this brothel early on.But he also knows that there is nothing to envy. He is good-looking but his life is low. It's just that sooner or later he will be stared at by others and do another mess. It's not as good as he is so clean, no one is staring at him. To waste is to waste his strength and his health.

This night, the night was getting darker, so Fan Yu dragged his feet to take a shower in the big bathroom, and Zu Xin went with him.Fan Yu took off his clothes, and saw his current body, which looked no different from that of a boy, except that it was a little thinner, and after much deliberation, he couldn't figure out how to produce such a body structure. child.